A metaphor of self
I’m a metaphor, an oxymoronic breath of science dressed in words. I wield veneer (a mask) of sense my skin a dress for wounds. I love my life but speak […]
Daily Archives: April 28, 2016
In the alley behind
When you talk about our love with meth-mouth-smile, it’s like finding a garbage bag floating in the stagnant pools behind forsaken factories, and see a femur shape that cling to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 